[ Finn smiles, pleased with the acceptance and peels a small bit of the roasted fish off the bone with his fingers, popping it in his mouth. It was far from perfect, but it was smoky and crispy in all the ways you wanted from something cooked freshly over an open fire. ]
Ah hah, well…it’s more like. [ He hesitates, picking his words carefully. ] I feel like…maybe I don’t have the right kind of haircut. You know, based on the crew?
[ Finn was paying a lot of attention to things like that recently…more than he had when he’d first arrived. Now that there were more people his own age he found himself feeling the weight of something he’d never felt before; peer pressure. Even if that pressure really was in his own head. ]
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Ah hah, well…it’s more like. [ He hesitates, picking his words carefully. ] I feel like…maybe I don’t have the right kind of haircut. You know, based on the crew?
[ Finn was paying a lot of attention to things like that recently…more than he had when he’d first arrived. Now that there were more people his own age he found himself feeling the weight of something he’d never felt before; peer pressure. Even if that pressure really was in his own head. ]